Poetry
The Crow Within
I am as mysterious as the crow
Waiting in the darkness of lies
For the glittering truth
Showing nothing
Yet, revealing all
I am set free
From my shackles by these truths
Yet, chained by new lies
Will I ever free my wings
From such words?
Will I find the strength
To break this ugly cycle?
I believe I will
For I have but two choices
Life or death
I chose life
I chose to put sound to my words
I chose to be as free as the crow
I chose to live
I chose to spread my wings and soar.